2 posts tagged “harbour bridge”
Hallelujah, yesterday we had sun! I jumped out of bed, jogged my way over the bridge (love that bridge!) and took the bus to Bondi Beach. So cool, people with surfboards on the bus!
It was quite windy there and not real bikini weather. Although there were some brave souls in the water, swimming and surfing. Not me. Passed the brave-test cum magna laude when I went swimming with the sharks :-) I sat on the beach and read Bill Bryson's book about his Australian adventures.
Everybody warned me about the sun being much more powerful here in Australia. Yeah yeah I believe you and all but it might be the only day I still get to see the sun.... so I didn't quite follow the slip, slap, slop rules.
Slip on a t-shirt, slap on a hat and slop on the sunscreen. It took me a Brit to find out what this means...;-)
I did wear a shirt. I forgot my hat. And I did not put on enough sunscreen or on time even. So only 1 out of 3. Consequence: my arms, shoulders, hands, neck, chest and face all reddish pinkish purple... and it burns!!
I'm off to Darling Harbour again today, where the aquarium and reptile park is, I hope they will not mistake me for a new species and put me in a tank there.
No sun today, but no rain either... yet. It is however very humid again. I swear by the time I get over that bridge I will have miraculously turned into the modern version of Shirley Temple again.
Off we go...
ps Stefanie, I'll show you the curls in private if you buy me enough beers ;-)
13625, that is the number of steps I took today, according to the step counter I borrowed from Radica. Pretty impressive I must say. I have done so much walking here. The walk I like most is in the morning, in the sunshine, over the Harbour Bridge. The view is amazing. A good song on the mp3 player. That is the kind of walking I like. No bush, no spiders, no rocks... lattes available everywhere. And the promise of shops at the other side of the bridge :-)
I was just by myself today. Went to Circular Quay, the Rocks, George Street, Pitt Street, the Opera House, the Botanical Gardens... I had to duck there to avoid a full frontal collision with an angry Cockatoo. What's up with birds in this country, they do not seem to like me very much.
And then it happened... couldn't really identify the feeling at first, but yes...for the first time in my life I am feeling a little homesick. In all my years of travelling I have never felt homesick. Not that I can remember anyway. But yes, I miss home, my friends, family. My grandmother took a nasty fall and broke her shoulder. I worry about her.
Maybe we need to get older or travel a lot to be able to fully appreciate the beauty and the simplicity of the place we call home. Brugge is home right now. It took an Australian friend, Jodey, to show me just how pretty my little town is. Jodey, she was a great friend and unfortunately I do not know how to get in touch with her now that I am here. Anyways, I miss home. I look forward to going home and the adventures that await me.
I will keep you posted on the number of steps I will still take here.
